Blood and the shouts of the crowd raging around, the once Green Castle was filled with the smell of iron and blood for a while.
According to the memory of the location where they had made an appointment with the Baron, Freya and Darmstine almost trotted forward, encountering soldiers wearing imperial armour and directly killing them, and not encountering any decent masters along the way.
Soon, in the distance, a team of carriages pulled by black warhorses appeared in front of the two.
In Freya's line of sight, the figures of the Baron, Eric and some other important people were clearly among them.
It was just that there was already a circle of imperial soldiers surrounding their outer layer, and at this time, the crowd inside was trying to hold on.
The Baron was fighting with two Knight-class senior officers, his ferocious black giant sword was danced into a black whirlwind by him to block the two men's attacks.
Only the Baron's eyes were bloodshot and his complexion was slightly frantic, his blonde hair was draped out with the huge sword he was wielding, just like an angry lion.
"I didn't expect that a few of us would meet here! Looks like Caddy is here as well!!!"
The giant sword forced a Knight-class powerhouse out of the way, and the Baron took the time to roar in a low voice.
"Andre, I read that we were once brothers, if you lay down your arms, when Byron is overthrown I will plead with the Grand Duke to grant you a count!" The man who had forced it away spat out a mouthful of blood compellingly.
"Andrei, this invasion plan has been lurking for three years, if Saladin doesn't fight Byron will be corrupted to death by those in the higher echelons of the Empire as well! Do you remember Meriana? It was abused to death by the Marquis of Cherka himself!!!" Another man exclaimed.
"......"
The Baron stared at the two men dead in the face, his brother's betrayal angered his heart, but the facts were very much against him, and according to Eric, Saladin would attack tonight, and when that happened...
''Could it be that my Grimm family is going to be destroyed?'' A hint of helplessness spread across the corners of his mouth.
Freya, who quickly ran here, raised the cross sword in her hand with a grave expression, and loosened the hand that had been supporting Darmstine.
"The situation isn't too bad!"
Ignoring the conversation between the three, the short sword in her hand shot out in an instant.
'Snort!'
A silver light flashed and ruthlessly shot at the head of the Knight-class powerhouse who was spitting blood, and immediately red and white liquid biaoed out.
"What?!" How could the other person whose spirit had been focused on the Baron not expect one to die while speaking?
Seizing the momentary lapse of concentration, the Baron in front of him threw out his huge sword with vigour.
The powerful force and inertia of the huge sword that was the width of a door panel made it too late for the man to avoid it, and he could only try to raise the sword in his hand to try to block it.
''Boom!''
As if being hit by an overweight truck, almost instantly, that person's body was steeply split apart directly by the giant sword with the sword, and blood was scattered all over the ground.
Exhaling deeply, the Baron raised his head.
In the distance, the figure of the young girl striking down the peripheral Imperial soldiers made him freeze.
"...Freya."
Even though he guessed who had stepped in to save him, when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still filled with disbelief.
'Pfft.'
Slowly pulling the crossed swords in her hand from the body of the last Imperial soldier and shaking off the blood on it, Freya walked over to the Baron.
"Father, I've come to save you!" She whispered.
"Did you..." he stretched out his hands and touched his beautiful face, which was a little smudged by the blood splatters, with some disbelief.
"Well, I've become a Knight-class!" Freya nodded firmly.
"Good! Good! Good! Worthy of being the daughter of my Grimm family!" After a moment of silence, the Baron steeply laughed out loud, his eyes glowing with surprise.
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After a long time, he put away the smile on his face and looked at the two people who were already dead, his brows frowning slightly.
"If we ran into these two here, then Bailey's side must have run into trouble as well!"
He turned around with cold eyes and swept the crowd behind him, suddenly speaking solemnly to Eric, who was standing next to him.
"Eric! You now immediately take the men and horses to wait at the secret passage I told you about! Be safe!" His voice was low with a characteristic commanding tone.
"Yes!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Eric nodded his head in agreement, but his eyes twitched when he heard the Baron's final words of caution to him.
Looking at his son's eyes, the Baron nodded silently before saying to Freya.
"You and go along to help Bailey, and tonight we'll come open here forever and never come back!"
"Well!"
Freya mood is a little complicated to look at as if instantly aged a lot of father, a hundred years to build up the family, today but all destroyed, this blow is undoubtedly huge.
Seems to feel what Freya thought in his heart, the baron's serious face slightly softened, he touched Freya's hair, a hint of relief in his eyes.
"The destruction of the family is not terrible, as long as you and Eric live, there will be a chance to restore my Grimm family one day!"
Feeling the warmth on her head, Freya nodded slightly.
Despite saying this, she knew how difficult it would be to get back on her feet somewhere else once she left Byron, and even if there was hope, it would be tiny.
With a final sweep of the crowd behind him, the Baron walked over and pulled out the giant sword stuck in the body, slinging it directly over his shoulder and disappearing quickly into the darkness along with Freya.
And in the iron mining area of the Grimm's territory, at this time, large swathes of cavalry and warriors in silver armour appeared there, and as fireworks bloomed in the distance, a low attack horn blew.
Like an avalanche, Saladin's soldiers sprawled directly over.
The two ran at unrelenting speed towards the location of the ball, and everywhere they went, there were different bodies lying on the ground or in other locations.
Some were of maids and servants, some of the castle's guardsmen, and more of the Imperial soldiers.
But both of them turned a blind eye to them, unless they came across imperial soldiers who were still fighting and directly let Freya stab them to death with her sword.
The fights of these ordinary soldiers were similar to a slow-motion film in her eyes, and it was almost effortless to kill them.
"It's Lord Baron and Miss!"
Soon, some of the surviving escorts looked at the two who had easily cut down the imperial soldiers and leaned over.
By the time they reached the location of the ball, more than a dozen people had actually coalesced around them.
At this moment, the entire venue of the ball was in a mess, with a large number of items and buildings damaged, and a pile of corpses lying on the ground.
Seeing this miserable scene, the Baron's eyes slightly condensed, a glance swept over and instantly found Howard who was lying diagonally on a pillar with a broken sword stuck in his abdomen.
A large amount of blood flowed down the wound, but this strong man was still not dead.
Seeing the Baron striding towards him, Howard cracked his mouth, trying to smile but pulling the wound into a twisted expression.
"...You came? Looks like they failed." Howard's lips trembled slightly as he said.
"Hmm..! Don't you say anything!" Frowning slightly, looking at the broken sword in Howard's abdomen, the Baron directly reached out and clamped his hand, instantly the broken sword was pulled out, then he immediately pulled out a white paper packet from his waist, and a fine golden powder was poured into the wound.
Looking at the baron who carefully bandaged the wound, Howard sighed slightly with a lax gaze and said.
"Andre, I killed Cady..."